Then Orange left. Ten minutes later Mrs. Trelake wrote an elaborate note of apology, to say that her servants objected to receiving so large a party at once. The cook would not stay, and how could she replace so valuable and obliging a servant? The housemaid said that three persons extra would throw too much work upon her, and she would go. So, she, Mrs. Trelake, was very sorry, but for peace and quietness sake, she had to yield, and must withdraw the promise to receive the Trampleasure party. She herself had nothing to do with this, but servants were becoming so masterful that the only way in which she, an elderly lady, could get on was to yield to them in every point. ’We live in the world, we didn’t make it,’ concluded Mrs. Trelake; ’we must shape ourselves to the world, not force the world to fit us.’ Whilst Orange was standing at the window, reading this letter to her mother, she saw a woman whom she knew coming to the back door. This was a rough girl who did the scullery work at Trecarrel. She brought the answer from the Captain. Orange at once darted into the garden and intercepted the girl on her way to the kitchen. ’You bear a letter for me.’ ’Yes, miss.’ She handed her a letter. Orange turned it in her hands. The address was badly written by some uneducated person. ’Who gave you this?’ ’Mrs. Kneebone, the housekeeper.’ ’Is there nothing from Captain Trecarrel?’ The girl hesitated. Orange tore the note open. It was written in the same hand as the address. ’Please, miss, the Captain be very serius indispodged, and heve a took to his bed. He carnt rite, according hev axed me to say so. Your’s full of respex, JOANNA KNEEBONE.’ Orange looked up, angry, her heart beating violently. The girl was still there, but moving towards the kitchen. ’What do you want in the house?’ asked Orange. ’There be another letter, miss, I hev to deliver.’ ’Well, give it to me.’ ’It be for the other young lady,’ answered the girl; ’and I hev to give it only into her hand.’ ’You cannot do that,’ said Orange; ’she is gone out.’ ’Please, miss, will she be gone for long?’ ’She will not return till late at night. Give it me.’ ’But, miss, I were told by the Cap’n partickler not to let nobody hev it but the young lady herself; it were very partickler.’ ’Then you must wait here till night. This is not my house. I cannot ask you into the kitchen to sit down; you must wait about in the road. It is raining, and you will be wet through. I cannot help it; it must be so unless you let me have the letter.’ ’You’ll be sure to give it, miss?’ ’Of course I will. Do you mistrust me?’ ’There it be, miss; but I doubt if the Captain will be best pleased I haven’t waited and let the lady have it herself.’ The letter was delivered. The address was in the Captain’s handwriting. The seal was large, in red wax, stamped with the Trecarrel arms; Orange knew them well—two chevronels, a crescent for a difference. The girl turned to go away.